I Repeat. . .
WHAT THE FUCK. >:(((((
I just got home from Barnes and Noble/Rich's apartment. Before I left the house earlier this evening, my Mom asked if I had anything to read. I said I probably didn't have anything she would be interested in, but she could look at my bookcase. She did, and finally picked up my vegetarian cookbook to peruse.
Before I left, I cleaned up my room a little bit, just because. And I DISTINCTLY remember piling up some books I had on my bed, with a section of the Boston Globe conveniently covering my diet book. I figured she'd be coming back in my room to replace the cookbook, so I didn't want to leave that kinda thing laying around.
Yeah, well. >:(
I got back just a few minutes ago. My Mom was already in bed, but apparently not asleep cuz she asked if I went to the apartment and not just B&N. Anyway, I went upstairs, click on my bedroom light, and IMMEDIATELY notice that the books I had piled neatly on my bed are no longer piled. And, of course, my dieting book is in PLAIN SIGHT with the vegetarian cookbook lying right next to it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. There is NO way my pile could have fallen on its own. NONE. Why does my Mom always go through my stuff?! It's a good thing I brought my journal with me! GRR.
This is comparatively minor to what's happened in the past though. When I came back from Vermont one time, there were like three of four things that had been moved, not just in my room, but in my closet too. I have a VERY good memory of where I have things placed and so it's very obvious to me when my stuff's been tampered with.
It's not that I have a lot to hide, nor anything really "bad." But come on, who DOESN'T have some stuff they'd rather not have Mom and Dad find?!
I just didn't want the diet book to be found cuz I don't want my Mom getting overly suspicious. I hate being questioned. I don't want to explain why I have it, I don't want her to ask if I'm having a hard time with food again, and I DEFINITELY don't want her to ask if I've made myself throw up recently. I'll talk about that shit til the cows come home with anyone else (pretty much), but since I refuse to lie whe I'm asked point-blank about stuff, it would just cause more problems than it's worth.
But I *am* tempted to be like "Why did you go through the stuff on my bed?!" tomorrow morning. I shouldn't have to hide things in my own room, dammit.
Well, anyway.
I talked to the HIS 441 kids today, and actually knew some of the people in the class, so that was cool. I mostly talked about travelling, visiting archives and really not being afraid to choose something different and really pursue it. We (me and two guys) were also asked about how we stayed organized, what we felt the toughest part of writing it was, and just lots of little general tips about surviving the 30+ page paper. It was fun, and except for having to write the big paper, I miss having that class! I was sad about having to leave the Washburn conference room when the class was over, heh. I will have to visit Dr. Sterne before the end of the semester to let her know what my post-grad plans are, no matter how unexciting. :p
Guess that's about it for today. I weighed myself and took measurements this morning, but I'm not happy with what I found. I think I was just bloated from yesterday's at-work "festivities." >:\ I'm going to weigh myself again on Thursday to make sure it was indeed just water weight. On a good note though, I followed my plan 100% today! I promised myself I'd throw a dollar or two into the Horse Fund envelope if I did, so I'm going to as soon as I finish typing this. I'm enacting that rule all week, to hopefully help motivate myself not to F-up as often. :p
'night!
I just got home from Barnes and Noble/Rich's apartment. Before I left the house earlier this evening, my Mom asked if I had anything to read. I said I probably didn't have anything she would be interested in, but she could look at my bookcase. She did, and finally picked up my vegetarian cookbook to peruse.
Before I left, I cleaned up my room a little bit, just because. And I DISTINCTLY remember piling up some books I had on my bed, with a section of the Boston Globe conveniently covering my diet book. I figured she'd be coming back in my room to replace the cookbook, so I didn't want to leave that kinda thing laying around.
Yeah, well. >:(
I got back just a few minutes ago. My Mom was already in bed, but apparently not asleep cuz she asked if I went to the apartment and not just B&N. Anyway, I went upstairs, click on my bedroom light, and IMMEDIATELY notice that the books I had piled neatly on my bed are no longer piled. And, of course, my dieting book is in PLAIN SIGHT with the vegetarian cookbook lying right next to it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. There is NO way my pile could have fallen on its own. NONE. Why does my Mom always go through my stuff?! It's a good thing I brought my journal with me! GRR.
This is comparatively minor to what's happened in the past though. When I came back from Vermont one time, there were like three of four things that had been moved, not just in my room, but in my closet too. I have a VERY good memory of where I have things placed and so it's very obvious to me when my stuff's been tampered with.
It's not that I have a lot to hide, nor anything really "bad." But come on, who DOESN'T have some stuff they'd rather not have Mom and Dad find?!
I just didn't want the diet book to be found cuz I don't want my Mom getting overly suspicious. I hate being questioned. I don't want to explain why I have it, I don't want her to ask if I'm having a hard time with food again, and I DEFINITELY don't want her to ask if I've made myself throw up recently. I'll talk about that shit til the cows come home with anyone else (pretty much), but since I refuse to lie whe I'm asked point-blank about stuff, it would just cause more problems than it's worth.
But I *am* tempted to be like "Why did you go through the stuff on my bed?!" tomorrow morning. I shouldn't have to hide things in my own room, dammit.
Well, anyway.
I talked to the HIS 441 kids today, and actually knew some of the people in the class, so that was cool. I mostly talked about travelling, visiting archives and really not being afraid to choose something different and really pursue it. We (me and two guys) were also asked about how we stayed organized, what we felt the toughest part of writing it was, and just lots of little general tips about surviving the 30+ page paper. It was fun, and except for having to write the big paper, I miss having that class! I was sad about having to leave the Washburn conference room when the class was over, heh. I will have to visit Dr. Sterne before the end of the semester to let her know what my post-grad plans are, no matter how unexciting. :p
Guess that's about it for today. I weighed myself and took measurements this morning, but I'm not happy with what I found. I think I was just bloated from yesterday's at-work "festivities." >:\ I'm going to weigh myself again on Thursday to make sure it was indeed just water weight. On a good note though, I followed my plan 100% today! I promised myself I'd throw a dollar or two into the Horse Fund envelope if I did, so I'm going to as soon as I finish typing this. I'm enacting that rule all week, to hopefully help motivate myself not to F-up as often. :p
'night!
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